Subtle Intimations
Her eyes
fixed on the bonfire
on the dune
My eyes
drawn to her
from the autumn shore
She's engaged,
entreating the flames
to a promenade
A detached specter
currently consumed
in vermilion wonder
She of the recklessness
ever so close
to veering off the edge
Hates to go to bed
Hates to get up
Desirous and consumed
Living on auxiliary
power, moving in
breakneck shadows
Lost in the
garble and gust
of an upsurged swell
And She
like all
lost people
Would never really
be lost at all
If only there could always be -
Fire
posted by ... at 11:26 PM
12 Comments:
much too close for comfort...
'breakneck shadows',veering off the edge- love the way the sense of slow destructive motion builds up to a pitch and then the pace descends again and gets lost... or is it subsumed(?) in that all important word.
i'm a fire sign and reading that was jumping right into something hot and elusive.
Reading between the hot vermillionl lines
words aflame
and burning questions
inkblot - That slow destructive motion will always be subsumed by its own inertia, I think.
transience - That's the dilemma. The fire being elusive, that is.
GEL - Words aflame are the best kind. Though one can't get too close.
Living on auxiliary
power, moving in
breakneck shadows
bloody brilliant, these lines. the power of fire, undisputed in its rage, yet so thoroughly intangible as the wind that coaxes it to play.
"fire! i bid you to burn"
fire is passion and this piece reflects that fact. the crackle of the words match the sound of kindling wood burning.
This one here's a masterpiece. ^_^ I was particularly blown away by the 5th, 7th and 8th stanzas. (These lines definitely bring out the wordsmith in you. Bravo, dear.)
blue rogue - Indeed. Like a living thing - breathing, eating and unleashing energy.
cocaine jesus - The smell of kindling burning... my favorite on a stormy night.
soulless - You are too kind. Fire's a remarkably easy topic to write on. Words just flow...
loved this piece, in particular:
"She of the recklessness..."
wonderful..like being drunk in happiness.
I thought of the song "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen. Perhaps, only a woman like her, or Aphrodite could be so beautiful. Hm, fire? Maybe. :) Its turned out quite lovely, though.
prat - Drunk on happiness... the best kind I should think.
aaki - I don't know that song, but I think I'd take Suzanne over Aphrodite. The latter being of the petty nature.
**silvermOOn** - "Like a Heat Wave" sounds familiar. Quick - how does it go!?
I knew it was you. I've been to your other site, though it seems you post all your material on the main one. Probably time for a trip back!
Your sunrise photo is magnetic. Who knows, maybe shaking hands would've added to the artistic quality. Either way, thank you!
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